HO HO I FINALLY HAVE THE URGE TO WRITE SOMETHING and I realized I made some misspells in the past few chapters... Anyways let's start
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Error's POV
As I look at nothing a hear fresh starting to say something "To broskie, you ok there bud cuz you seem to space out there.. I mean there is nothing here but white and dolls if you know what I mean" His 90s lingo was slacking off in the sentence but when he said "dolls" I felt a little pissed cause they are PUPPETS NOT "DOLLS"!! "They are not Dolls. They puppets!" I said in a harsh tone but he didn't flinch it anything.
He just stand there with a smiling smirk on his face. I kinda got the little feeling that he like emotionless... Either way as some of my wounds finished healing, I got up and walked to where a box was and grabbed it and opened it to see my sewing supplies and a ball of extra yarn I had for making props for my puppets.
I grab them and sat down, I looked over to Fresh and started to make a puppet of fresh.
Fresh's POV
I see Error starting to make something. I assume it was doll actually did he make all these dolls?
"Hey bro, did you make all of dis dolls?" He flinched when I finish my rad question.
"They are PUPPETS FRESH AND YES I DID MAKE THEM!" He replied with this answer. I knew I made him mad and I want to knock him of so I can get him to kill me. "Oh cool and sorry broskie didn't mean to make cha made when I said that these are dolls... Even dou they are" I said. I knew what happened next was gonna be not regretable.
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Eh not a long chapter but it Will do.
Congrats you got your self a full chapter. Until next time at late at NIGHT in LA Time see you soon...
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"It hurts to be a forced god.."
FanfictionThis is a book of A ErrorFresh :3 Fresh wants to end his life knowing he is a parasite and he can just leave his hosts body and do nothing but he wants something or someone to kill like any other monster or human. He meets Ink who tells him about Er...
